High Hopes
Gaute Fredriksen, Vidar Vang
Ken buys a coffee, Ben orders a beer
Ken says My God, how did we end up here?
They've met in this bar now for 20-odd years
Will plays the lottery and waits for Saturday night
Someone always wins, so he just might
Marianne should have left Joe
But, it's easier to hold on now than to let go
Sam was the singer in a big local band
Why they didn't make it no one understands
Now, like me he's looking for a second chance
Had high hopes
That got shot down
There ain't no way I'm gonna let you down
I hope you always knew
Now, let's run over this same old ground
And pretend that it is new
Cause we can't go back